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towerofanimus2013-03-06 11:15 pm
savarin) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-06 11:15 pm
001 Ring
Characters: Red Savarin and anyone else.
Setting: Room 2-10, Floor 1
Format: Action, but I'll try to match you!
Summary: Red wakes up and discovers that something very strange has happened. Oatmeal follows.
Warnings: Possible angst and vomit, maybe at the same time. Also, lots of text. Sorry.
[Red's eyes flutter open. The first thing he notices is the ceiling. This definitely wasn't the Asmodeus; what the hell was going on?]
[The second thing he notices is that he can't move. His eyes dart around, trying to figure out where he is, but unfortunately he doesn't glean terribly much from the ceiling. After a little while, though, Red manages to get control of his body back, leaping off of the bed.]
[A white catsuit? That's the least of his worries right now. There's a letter near that bed, addressed to Red. He rips the envelope open, beginning to read...]
...What? No way. This has gotta be some cruel joke. When I find whoever set this up--
[He cuts himself off, staring up at something he'd finally noticed by the bed. A robot. His robot. Whoever had brought him here, at least they'd left him his companion. If the letter was true, and his world really was destroyed, then surely they wouldn't leave him that?]
[The dog-man sits there for a while, poring over the letters. If this was still a joke, something meant to fool Red... it was detailed. For the first time, fear begins to well up inside him. Was this the truth? Maybe there was someone else that could fill Red in; there's four beds, after all. Surely someone else must be using them, and if there's nobody around, maybe he can wander the halls for a bit.]
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[There was a lot of time to think over things. Red had taken an elevator down to where the cafeteria was supposed to be, leaving Dahak behind for now, and the trip lasted at least half an hour. He still held hope that none of this was real, that maybe he'd gotten stuck into another simulation. What purpose would a simulation like this serve, though? He couldn't readily explain this, and that's what scared him.]
[Food would help. It always did. Unfortunately, what Red got wasn't food. It was a bowl of lumpy beige glop, served without comment but with a spoon. It wasn't disgusting, but neither was it very pleasant. The other people here - something else that gave him pause - had actual food. Why did Red have to suffer with this mush?]
This stuff's gross. I'm gonna see what's goin' on here.
[With a measure of wariness, the Caninu man starts to approach the other tables, asking for whatever food the other cafeteria-goers can spare. A collared dog begging for table scraps; it's too bad the irony is lost on Red, who's never seen a normal dog in his life. Who wants to spare their supper just so he can lose his lunch?]
Setting: Room 2-10, Floor 1
Format: Action, but I'll try to match you!
Summary: Red wakes up and discovers that something very strange has happened. Oatmeal follows.
Warnings: Possible angst and vomit, maybe at the same time. Also, lots of text. Sorry.
[Red's eyes flutter open. The first thing he notices is the ceiling. This definitely wasn't the Asmodeus; what the hell was going on?]
[The second thing he notices is that he can't move. His eyes dart around, trying to figure out where he is, but unfortunately he doesn't glean terribly much from the ceiling. After a little while, though, Red manages to get control of his body back, leaping off of the bed.]
[A white catsuit? That's the least of his worries right now. There's a letter near that bed, addressed to Red. He rips the envelope open, beginning to read...]
...What? No way. This has gotta be some cruel joke. When I find whoever set this up--
[He cuts himself off, staring up at something he'd finally noticed by the bed. A robot. His robot. Whoever had brought him here, at least they'd left him his companion. If the letter was true, and his world really was destroyed, then surely they wouldn't leave him that?]
[The dog-man sits there for a while, poring over the letters. If this was still a joke, something meant to fool Red... it was detailed. For the first time, fear begins to well up inside him. Was this the truth? Maybe there was someone else that could fill Red in; there's four beds, after all. Surely someone else must be using them, and if there's nobody around, maybe he can wander the halls for a bit.]
---
[There was a lot of time to think over things. Red had taken an elevator down to where the cafeteria was supposed to be, leaving Dahak behind for now, and the trip lasted at least half an hour. He still held hope that none of this was real, that maybe he'd gotten stuck into another simulation. What purpose would a simulation like this serve, though? He couldn't readily explain this, and that's what scared him.]
[Food would help. It always did. Unfortunately, what Red got wasn't food. It was a bowl of lumpy beige glop, served without comment but with a spoon. It wasn't disgusting, but neither was it very pleasant. The other people here - something else that gave him pause - had actual food. Why did Red have to suffer with this mush?]
This stuff's gross. I'm gonna see what's goin' on here.
[With a measure of wariness, the Caninu man starts to approach the other tables, asking for whatever food the other cafeteria-goers can spare. A collared dog begging for table scraps; it's too bad the irony is lost on Red, who's never seen a normal dog in his life. Who wants to spare their supper just so he can lose his lunch?]
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...Nobody's really sure.
[He moves a bit closer to the machine, looking down at Red within. Well, at least he managed to right himself in the cockpit. Didn't want to accidentally activate anything. Instead, he gestures towards Dahak.]
So. What... is this, exactly?
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[He pulls on the collar again, although rather more gently. His neck's still sore.]
Anythin' else ya got, too. Fill me in here.
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[He's relenting pretty fast.]
Um. I... already told you some things. So really it just boils down to, erm. Your first meal has to be the oatmeal. There are a lot of things in the floors that can kill you. And also, uh, when you die, you wake up in your dormitory the next morning.
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[Now he's beginning to get annoyed with the situation. Some half-human species he's never seen before is trying to feed him stories about what's happening? Not on Red's watch.]
Hey, horn-boy, how do I know you're not just another part of all this? I bet you're just as fake as the rest of this place!
[Reaching for Dahak's controls, Red makes the robot take a step forward, and then another. He's stubbornly clinging to the hope that this is all a simulation or a dream or - or something! It has to be!]
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[ ;A; ]
I... I've seen it! My world, dead, ruined... physically. I've been there!
[He immediately begins scuttling backwards, seeing the machine advance. OH GOD. OH GOD. OH GOD...]
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Alright, then tell me how ya got back home and why there's anythin' left for you to see!
[He may not believe anything right now, but the right information could at least calm him down. Otherwise, well, that robot looks like it could do quite a lot of damage...]
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I-I don't know! Nobody knows! But it happens sometimes and everyone goes back tot he world they came from and-- and everything's dead!
[It's amazing he got that much information out, to be honest. Kid looks like he's about to faint.]
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...Okay, listen. Maybe this place is real, maybe it ain't, but either way I'm stuck here. I'm trustin' that your info's true, got it?
[He works the controls again, carefully lowering Equius to the ground and releasing him from Dahak's grasp... but keeping one giant hand there just in case he needs help staying upright.]
One more thing. Why are you in normal clothes but I got this suit? Where's my clothes?
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T-there's a trunk next to the bed you woke up in.
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[The administrators sadly didn't grace Red with anything else from home. Just a robot and a catsuit or two. Red backs off, letting the Dahak's arms fall back into their idle position.]
You're sayin' they shoulda been in there? Did someone take 'em?
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[Oh.]
Well, in most cases people receive at least one outfit from home in there...
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Great, so I don't even have my clothes, just this white thing. Is there somewhere I can get somethin' a little more modest?
[It's not terribly high on his list of priorities, but actual clothing would certainly be nice if he can get it. At least he's not defenseless.]
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[Benefits of having ridiculous but useful hobbies. Like sewing. Technically he could make REd an actual outfit too, but that would require taking incentive. And after nearly dying at the hands of a big old robot, Equius is not in the mood to take incentive.]
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If you're offerin', I'm not gonna say no, but lemme get settled in first. Maybe I'll find my clothes somewhere. Equius, right?
[Red dismounts Dahak, hopping down to the ground; wow, this guy is tall. He's got, what, a foot and a half on the Caninu? It's a little intimidating now that the height difference is reversed.]
Sorry for grabbin' you. I'm real stressed, that's all.
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...Oh, no, that's okay. I can imagine. We're all kind of... stressed.
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Let's try this again. I'm Red; nice to meet ya, Equius. Thanks for the info. If I don't find real clothes, how can I get back to ya?
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[Might as well spend the entire day messing around building stupid things in the Workshop again. It's nice and calming and maybe he can catch his breath by the fact that he was nearly crushed by a giant robot this morning. And maybe if Red brings said giant robot...]
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[There were a couple floors that looked like dormitories. Maybe five of them? Still, he said it was a tower, so there must be quite a few more floors...]
Better find out where everythin' is, if I'm really gonna be stuck here.
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[He knows all of that because weird Space math powers. Unfortunately, knowing which floor he's on at a given time is kind of the only useful effect those weird Space math powers have.]
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[A hundred floors... how do they get to them all? What's on them? Red's got so many questions, but it's probably best not to overwhelm the poor gray-skinned fellow.]
How many of 'em are dangerous, anyway?
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[Oh. That's a hard question, the second one.]
Uh. I'm kind of a bad person to ask... a lot of floors that aren't dangerous for some other people are, you know, kind of really bad for me.
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[It might be dangerous, but Red needs to get an idea of his probable new environment. Exploration is in order.]
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Well, guess I don't have anythin' better to do. Fake or not, I'm gonna go see what this place's got in store. See ya later, Equius.
[Red waves at Equius, gets situated in front of the controls again, then stomps off to check out the tower. He'll be okay... probably.]
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[Awkward half-flail that maybe was supposed to be a wave? Okay. truth be told he really didn't know what had jut happened for most of that conversation, but maybe if Red remembered to come back down later they'd be able to sort something out. And get Red out of that horrid suit.]